A Thing Called Alex

Alex is always in my periphery

An emotion I can't convey 

It doesn't speak to me like for others

It's a spectrum thingy

Where there is a magnetic surge of energy

One that I try to grasp but slips away

Alex is the eb and flow within my bones 

Many emotions swirl in the well of my being

But none I can name very often 

Alex is my edges that sharpen at a sense of attack 

It's a crushing sensation the has no translation 

I cry out into the night trying to understand myself alas I am lost in my watery depths 

Alexythimia a warriors song

Emotions run deep but none I can identify 

Which is why I cry a waterfall of fragile glass